a beautiful lie (continued/ original by winternightz)

A Good Ole Shootout

"Taylor."
"Taylor, wake up!"
"We need to fucking leave! Now." I jump as words are being shouted at me as I peacefully sleep, I look up to find Tom and Georg stood over me, guns in hand.
"Huh?" I groan as I lift myself from the mattress
"We need to go love." Both of them grab my wrists and drag me down the wooden steps and towards the front door where theres a gun sat on the oak wood table. Tom picks it up and puts it in his waistband. They drag me to the car, Gustav and Bill are already gone?

Im so tired, my limbs are still waking up and I don't know whether I'm still dreaming, Im thrown into the backseat where theres a pillow on one of the seats. Say no more, Im going back to sleep.

##TOMS POV##

"I don't understand, we left fast and quietly. We weren't followed."
"Well you don't know for sure"
"John no one would've followed us, we were too fast for anyone to recognise us!"
"Well your driving now, correct?"
"Yes?"
"Take a look at the cars around you, carefully"
"Ok?"

"Mhm ok, Ill call you back. Thanks John."

I swerve the car up a slip road upon seeing a black suv with blackout windows, no doubt thats Romans gang. I glance at Taylor who's asleep in the backseat, Im gonna have to tell her whats going on soon, she needs to be prepared.
I look into the wing mirror, were being followed. I dial up the boys numbers
"Were being followed. You lot need to follow me and get fucking ready." I hang up the phone and pull my spare gun out from the glove box as I begin driving towards the warehouse.
"Taylor, wake up." I say quiet not to scare her, but loud enough to wake her
"Hmph?" She groans as she rubs her eyes and sits up
"Take this, its Romans gang." I pass her my spare gun and she takes it with hesitation, she looks out the back window before quickly turning back around and cocking the gun.
"I don't even know how to use this" She says, panic in her voice
"It will be okay my love, I will do what I can to protect you. I promise." I say, eyes fixed on the road ahead. I clench my jaw as we turn the last corner on the road taking us to the warehouse.

##TAYLORS POV##
I clutch the gun in my hands and feel the cold metal on my fingertips, Ive never used a gun before, hopefully I wont be having to use it today.
The street is quiet and rain spits down onto the pavement splashing into puddles which are formed in potholes. The dim street lights reflect off the wet paths and the light bounces off the walls. The alleyways are dark and ominous. The engine switches off as we pull into a parking slot,
"Cmon, it will be ok" Tom unbuckles his seatbelt and leans to the backseat to kiss my now burning hot forehead. As we hop out of the car, lights in houses turn off, windows close and people still walking run the opposite way. I grip the gun in my hand ready to shoot, having a gun makes me feel oddly powerful.

The warehouse becomes visible as we hurry towards the shelter to get cover from the rain.
"Yous lot ready then?" Georg Gustav and Bill come from the left side of us and join us
"Yeah, just about" Bill says, they all reach into their waistbands and pull out their own guns. Cold wet rain splatters onto my head, waking me up. My hair soaks and drips of water fall behind me, trailing down my back giving me goosebumps.
Butterflies swarm my stomach as we walk into the old abandoned building, we stand in a huddle, me in the middle, everyone covering a different exit. Its so silent that I hear my heart pounding in my chest, and I can hear my uncontrollable shaky breathing. My shoulders quiver as my eyes adjust to the pitch black.

After a long while of standing in silence, the sound of gravel crunching under someones shoes echoes through the building. Shivers run down my spine and I forget how to breath.
Everyone cocks their guns and pull them up, ready to shoot. Tom strokes my hand before slowly putting his gun up.

Im not ready.